After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

This is a highest level of respect that belongs only to those in the same profession.

Lin Fan looked at the group of chefs in front of him who had suddenly changed their attitude, and his originally cold and hard gaze softened slightly.

He nodded slightly, and his tone was no longer so sharp:

"You flatter me. We simply have different areas of expertise. Your Western dining standards also have their merits."

"Master Lin, since Chef Li and the others are all convinced, would you do me the honor of making a trip to the front of the house?"

Taking the opportunity, Zhao Tianyi pleaded again, almost crying, "If you don't go, and if Elder Ye blames us, Junyue really can't bear the consequences!"

"Yeah, Brother Lin, it's just a matter of showing your face and having a drink," Qin Lang chimed in.

"Besides...didn't you say before that you wanted to let those self-proclaimed social elites know what real Eastern cuisine is?"

"Now that they've been won over by your delicious food, shouldn't you go see their naive and unsophisticated expressions?"

Upon hearing Qin Lang's words, Lin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

indeed.

He came here today not only to earn the system's rewards and the 500,000 appearance fee, but also for another purpose.

Today, I'm here not only to dazzle everyone, but also to leverage this top-tier circle of powerful and influential people in Jiangcheng to create an absolutely safe "moat" for myself and my daughter!

Now that all these powerful and influential people have been impressed by his skills, and half of the purpose of intimidation has been achieved, what reason is there not to go?

Lin Fan put the constant temperature incubator back on the worktable and straightened his rather plain white chef's uniform.

"Leave Tuantuan to me."

Shen Man, who had been standing to the side, seemed to have seen through Lin Fan's thoughts.

She stepped forward and, with remarkable ease, took Tuan Tuan's little hand in hers:

"Go do your business. I'll take Tuantuan to get something good to eat over there. With me, Miss Shen, watching over her, no one can touch a hair on her head."

Thank you.

Lin Fan nodded slightly to Shen Man, a hint of gentleness flashing in his eyes.

"Let's go."

Lin Fan uttered two words calmly and took the lead in walking towards the carved door connecting to the front hall.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tian was overjoyed and quickly followed, taking a few quick steps before personally pushing open the heavy, carved door for Lin Fan. Qin Lang also followed happily beside him, looking quite proud.

……

Meanwhile, in the banquet hall.

Although the exquisite "Peony Pastry" had been devoured by everyone, the atmosphere in the hall had not cooled down; on the contrary, it was in a state of extreme fervor and elegance.

Countless celebrities and socialites were still savoring the refreshing fragrance, whispering among themselves about which divine chef had created it.

However, at the sixth table further back, the atmosphere had plummeted to freezing point, even exuding a suffocating awkwardness.

Zhang Cuihua sat in the chair, feeling as if needles were pricking her bottom.

Mrs. Li, sitting at the same table, took an elegant sip of her red wine, then glanced at Zhang Cuihua's empty plate out of the corner of her eye, and drawled out a half-smile:

"Oh dear, I don't know who said earlier that this assembly-line food was so sweet it was cloying, and they didn't want to touch it? How come you've eaten every last crumb?"

"Exactly." Another socialite in a purple evening gown chuckled softly, covering her mouth.

"Some people, clearly unsophisticated, insist on pretending to know everything. Don't they realize what kind of occasion this is? The Grand Hyatt Hotel's grand finale dish—is it something just anyone can comment on?"

"That's understandable. They're nouveau riche, what do they know about true beauty? They probably just eat cheap French cakes at home."

These wealthy women usually value their social circles and looked down on Zhang Cuihua's forced entry. Now that they had the chance, they naturally didn't hold back in their sarcastic remarks.

Every word, every sentence, was like a resounding slap across Zhang Cuihua's face.

Zhang Cuihua's face, thickly covered in makeup, instantly turned a deep purplish-red, almost like a pig's liver.

She opened her mouth, her hands gripping the tablecloth tightly, wanting to retort, but she couldn't utter a single word.

After all, what she said was true; everyone at the table heard her outrageous remarks clearly.

Sitting next to him, Su Ming couldn't stand the thorns in his side any longer.

He felt he had never been so humiliated in his life.

Su Ming suddenly stood up, grabbed Zhang Cuihua's arm, and tried to drag her outside.

"What...what are you doing?"

Although Zhang Cuihua felt ashamed and indignant, her pride drove her to desperately sink deeper into despair.

"If we leave now, those women will definitely laugh at us for running away in a panic! If word gets out, how will Qingqing ever be able to work in this industry again?"

"So you want to stay here and be humiliated like a monkey?!" Su Ming said angrily.

Zhang Cuihua's eyes darted around, glancing at the long red carpet leading to the main entrance, and she gritted her teeth:

"Let's...let's go through the side door!"

To cover their embarrassment, the two didn't even dare to greet the people at their table. Like thieves, they hunched over and slunk away from their seats, deliberately choosing the dimly lit edges of the banquet hall and heading towards the staff passage on the side of the hall.

……

Inside the staff corridor, the lighting was much dimmer and softer than in the front hall, and a faint aroma lingered in the air from the kitchen.

Su Ming walked ahead with a sullen face, while Zhang Cuihua, carrying the hem of her bright red evening gown, hurried behind in her high heels, muttering curses under her breath.

"Those old women, what are they so arrogant about! Once Qingqing gets the investment, I'm going to..."

"Shut up! Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough already..."

Su Mingzheng turned around and reprimanded in a low voice when suddenly, he heard footsteps speaking from ahead.

In this somewhat narrow passage, a group of three people walked towards us.

The one on the left, wearing a sharp suit, had a big smile on his face; the one on the right, wearing a bespoke black tuxedo, was excitedly gesturing wildly.

Su Ming had been in the business world for so long, and although he hadn't achieved much, his ability to recognize people was top-notch. He recognized these two at a glance!

Zhao Tianyi, the young master of Grand Hyatt!

Qin Lang, the young master of the Qin Group, is a troublemaker!

Both of them are individuals that the Su family absolutely cannot afford to associate with at present.

Normally, even if I want to treat someone to a meal, I can't get a table.

"Oh, Mr. Zhao! Young Master Qin!"

Su Ming straightened up instantly, as if he had been electrocuted, his back which had been somewhat sluggish from escaping the hall.

He stopped, a fawning smile spreading across his face, and bowed slightly as he greeted them loudly and enthusiastically.

Zhang Cuihua quickly reined in her shrewish behavior and forced a smile, trying her best to make the crow's feet around her eyes bloom into flowers.

however.